WRAITH (Iron Kings MC, #1)

He was so hard, like steel, but the skin like soft silk. His magnificent abs clenched at my attentions and I watched him grit his teeth against the building pleasure.
“Love you worshipping my cock, sweetheart.” He eased my hand away. “But right now, it’s gonna worship you.”
He sat down, his cock jutting up toward the ceiling. Then he reached out and grasped my waist, hauling me onto him so that I was straddling his hips. I gasped as I felt the head of his dick brush my pussy. The sensation was exquisite and I wanted more, so I rubbed myself along his length, coating him in my wetness.
He threw his head back and groaned. “Jesus.”
It was thrilling, the effect I was having on him. I felt so sexy, so powerful.
And I needed more.
I grasped his shoulders and his gaze snapped to mine, the anticipation there so raw, as he took hold of the base of his dick, steadying it for me.
Our eyes locked on one another, I eased myself down onto him. The initial burn as I took him in an inch had me stilling.
Understanding shone in his eyes. “There’s no rush. Take it at your own pace.”
I realized then that it was why he’d put us in this position. He was giving me the control, the power, making sure it happened on my terms.
The sweet chivalry of it warmed me and made me want him even more, something I hadn’t thought possible. “Finn,” I breathed, beaming at him in wonder. Then, I cupped the sides of his face and brought my lips to his.
Passion exploded between us. The kiss was wild and frantic. My hands delved into his hair, sliding down his neck, to his shoulders, exploring his chest, his abs. I took his dick deeper, groaning as he stretched me. I stilled again, trying to acclimate to it.
His fingers slid between my legs and played with my pussy, teasing me, spreading my wetness over my clit and making me buck at the sweet pleasure he was evoking.
I ground against him, driving his cock deeper and deeper until he was buried balls deep inside me. God, he was a lot to take.
He stepped up his sensual torment of my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to release. I could almost taste it and it had me losing myself to it, to him, to everything. I rocked back and forth, getting used to the feel of his big dick buried inside me.
And then I started to ride him.
His eyes rolled back in his head.
I sped up, succumbing to the glorious friction, his fingers working my clit over, driving me mad, taking me higher and higher to a place I’d never reached before on my own. He knew just how to play my body, what I needed, and what I’d been missing for so long.
Feeling his shoulders tense up, I looked out at him through pleasure-glazed eyes, surprised to see his jaw locked with tension. He was resisting, it seemed. “Don’t hold back,” I told him.
“Ashley,” he spoke in warning.
“I want all of you,” I insisted. “Please, Finn.”
“Fucking begging,” he gritted out. “You’ve got no idea what that does to a man. Jesus.”
“Show me.”
His eyes flashed with an unadulterated wildness. And something else. A darkness, similar to what I’d seen from him earlier during the awful battle against our enemy. Before I could figure out what it meant, or dwell on it, he pulled out, making me gasp.
He flipped us, my back pushing into the mattress as he loomed over me, caging me in. Excitement bubbled up inside me at the carnal look in his eyes. He was like an animal about to feast on his imprisoned prey. I’d never felt so desirable, so sexually liberated. I felt powerful and conquered at the same time and it was one hell of a heady combination.
I spread my legs for him eagerly, barely able to contain my urgent need to have him, to experience the unknown with him.
He leaned down and kissed me. Breathing me in, he growled ominously, “Foreplay over.”
In the next breath, he thrust back inside me, driving right to the hilt, making me choke from the shock of it. His fingers dug into my hips as he began fucking me hard and fast, the power behind his moves, driving me up the bed.
Screams tore from my throat as he jackhammered into me like a wild, unhinged force, making me feel every inch of his dick, it plunging deep and hitting my G-Spot over and over, rubbing against my walls frantically.
The sensations completely devastated me, ruling my body, and driving me right to the edge. I bucked and writhed, screamed and begged for more and more. I just couldn’t get enough. I reached out and pulled him to me, my hands trembling with so much stimulation. I couldn’t keep still.
I scraped my nails down his back. He snarled and fisted his hand in my hair, holding me at his mercy as his heated gaze burned into mine. “Vixen,” he growled. His fingers slid between my legs again and he rolled my clit between his fingers.
And that was it.
My orgasm slammed into me, ecstasy taking me over.
I thrashed and shrieked like a banshee, all sense of control shattering as it took me over.
Finn stilled, then cursed, finding release alongside me.
“Jesus Christ,” he choked out, slumping down beside me on his back. He reached for me, the contact jarring me back to reality. “Are you okay?” he asked.
I lifted my head to look at him. A big smile spread over my face as I told him, “Amazing.”
He grinned and tightened his hold around me and I moved into him, cuddling up close and resting my head on his chest.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?”
“Taking care of me.”
“I’d never do anything less.”
I smiled and sank into him.
Perfect.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
I never wanted this moment to end.
Everything else seemed a world away right now.
I only wished it could stay that way.

13
~Ashley~
 
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